Out Of My Limit | Michael Clifford

Chapter 5

Emily's POV
Once I heard Michael's foot steps fade away, I knew he was downstairs. I sat there for a few minutes, just thinking about what would've happened if I didn't know Michael. I also went on to thinking on to why I felt this sort of pain and reject from Zack. I don't really know why. Apart from the fact that there are always hundreds of girls swooning over him all the time and that there are always at least 10 girls at every shoot he does. And it's been like 5shoots since I've seen him. Jealousy just took over me I guess.
Anyways. I threw on some of Michael's sweat pants onto the bed which went with my current Rolling Stones tank top and also threw off over my head. I went into the bathroom to freshen up and have a shower.
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I hopped out of the shower and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. I stood there for a while staring back at myself in the mirror, observing my features. My hair was in strings clumps of dark, brown, dripping wet hair, (even though meant to be golden blonde), but then again I just got out of the shower. My eyes instead of sea blue, were more of a bloodshot grey, (from getting all worked up) including huge bags right under them. I had mascara smudges on my cheek... and my forehead... and basically everywhere on my face from yesturday. My lips were a dark pink. The bottom lip had a cracked slit through the centre, which to other people including Michael looked like a lip ring which apparently 'looked cute for my age' so that bit wasn't all that bad. But overall, I felt like I had just been pulled out of a river with unusually, abnormal pale skin. Probably just paranoia though.

I turned around and headed back into Michael's room to find a note on the bed:

To my dearest Idiot ;)
I've just gone out to get a few things so don't worry when you realise I'm gone.
See you soon!
Love the best person in the world!! Xxx

"Oh really. IM THE IDIOT?" I said allowed to myself, looking over to his table to see his phone and car keys on the table, knowing he will be back in about 2mins to get them, once he realises they're gone.
"Excuse me! I heard that!" I heard Michael shout out as he was climbing back up the stairs.
He knocked even though he could perfectly see whether I was decent or not.
"Come in." I rolled my eyes.
"I may be an idiot but at least I'm a polite one." He smirked, as he went to grab his car keys and phone.
"Erm excuse me! You were looking straight at me an---"
"Alright, alright! You've made your point!" He interrupted. "See you in a tic!"
"See you in a tic? Really Michael. You're that guy now?"
"Bababa!" He said as he placed his finger to my lips trying to shut me up.
I rolled my eyes once more as he left.